The Song “Child in the ghetto” was written by David Dragičević at the age of 16. Among other things, the song deals with the topics of growing up in a demanding environment that does not offer optimistic perspectives for young individuals. After David’s assassination and the beginning of the first, civilan protests “Justice for David”, this song became the informal anthem of this global movement.
It is hard, growing up in my neighborhood
Everything you do is sinful
It is funny to be honorable
But realize from the road you can’t escape
You will have a problem every time, but this time bigger
Only the strongest survive and there are only a few of them left
The police sirens are heard, my heart stopped but this has already become normal here
The cops are circling, arresting, we slow down the game a bit
When the dust settles, the end gets even worse
After a few minutes, the phone rings again
If you don’t know how to play, the night will swallow you
Because here, only the dealer has the power
I don’t feel like the same person anymore. I disgust myself, how could I not to?
You are taking some staff, in order to destroy reality
When you’re sober reality catches up with you again
Doomed since ancient times
We don’t even know we hit rock bottom
The feeling that we are up but never moved
We are constantly dragging ourselves along the same blocks, our way out bro, is just the filter we use
Same people with the same problems in their heads
With the same blurred goal on their minds on weed
An adolescent without a goal in life, sells small packages to take a hundred
But this time it’s a one way street, either you go into the box or you’re greeted by the courtroom
Looks like I won’t get far because I’m just a play figure in this story, I’m not going anywhere I’ve done damage because I’m just another kid from the ghetto…
We will push out through this ghetto, I don’t seem to care because no love for ghetto is worth it
People only pull the worst out of you, a smile on their face when they see you`r falling down, they destroy your dreams and then they pretend they love you
I don’t give a crap for people like this. I remember things when I was a child and I realize how much the road fucks you, it rips a part of you and you get fucked
All this shit because of respect and the love for life that is getting smaller
Life has a lot to offer. But it also has its shortcomings, I lost my brother and I have a sick father.
i`m just waiting for death to knock on my door
And there are no days when there is no marijuana in my head
Because my soul is hungry for it
Because here everyone touches hell, rarely has someone didn’t cry and the years are passing, but nothing changes
Behind all these years there is only one shadow
It’s important to listen to Hip-Hop, love for everyone for whom this culture is life itself. I don’t want to sleep because I don’t want to die young, to rot in the ground
But at least I found out on the street what love is and found my first real friend
No other story is so important, I won’t change my city Banja Luka
This is the one city, just the one… just the one…
Looks like I won’t get far because I’m just a play figure in this story, I’m not going anywhere I’ve done damage because I’m just another kid from the ghetto…
Sara Rajak, Nn, Bogi, B – TON (Danza & Djakac)
Recorded At Banja Luka
